Whitebark Stream lehra ke jhooma jhuka aasmaan

BWP prompt: mineral-rich water has created heavy blooms and rich green vegetation.

it had, apparently, been a remarkable spring.

after spending some self-indulgent and contemplative time in the maplewood, he finally emerged, ready to head southward.

except, he didn't. not for a while.

because whatever stream this was was a revelation, flowers bursting here and there upon its banks, an algae bloom vivid green where the current slowed. only in the pools, mind. where the stream ran, it ran clear and bright, shimmering in the sun.

aditya marveled at the sight, weak-kneed as he came to drink at the creek. he lapped, hearing bees and bugs hum near his ear. colors popped in his periphery.

he'd seen this area from a distance, but he'd never seen it quite like this.